What's So Super About This Bowl, Anyways?

I'd be a lot more excited if today were Ice Cream Bowl Sunday!

Well, Friends, it's Super Bowl Sunday, isn't it.  I've gotta say, my whole entire life, I've been tryin' to figure out what's so super about this bowl, and the answer continues to elude me. 

I guess it has something to do with some kind of sports-ball game, and I understand that a lotta Big People are really into it, but I prefer my sporting championships to come in big silver Cups, and also to be hockey.

If today were Ice Cream Bowl Sunday (or Sundae), I'd be infinitely more excited about today.  Popcorn Bowl Sunday would also be acceptable.  To a lesser degree, Soup Bowl Sunday would be all right, I suppose.  We're almost there, if we just take off the -errrrrr from Super Bowl.

Friends, you know what I might just go ahead and do today?  I might just grab my pal Rozzie and watch the Puppy Bowl instead of the sports-ball game.  That sounds like fun.  Or maybe I'll just put Inside-Out in the dang ol' DVD player, or maybe watch a Star Wars marathon or something.  Any of those things would interest me more than this Super Bowl thingamabopper all you Big People have your bowls in an uproar over.

Hey.  Big day tomorrow.  I'll see ya then!  If you're bettin' on the sports-ball game today, may the odds be ever in your favor, Friends!  Muah!

Unless You Can Be A Unicorn

I'd still like to be myself, even if I had the choice to be a unicorn!

Hiya, Friends!  Welcome back to wonderful Saturday!

Hey, have you seen those novelty items that say "Always be yourself, unless you can be a unicorn.  Then always be a unicorn."  I sure have, and it got me to thinking about whether or not I think I oughtta heed that advice.

Unicorns are neat and all.  They're mythical creatures that are just beautiful and they have magical horns and their tears cure everything.  I can see the draw of being a unicorn, if give the opportunity to do so.

However, I wouldn't be able to help but wonder if people weren't wanting to be my friend just because I was a unicorn.  Cling-ons are annoying enough when everybody involved is a human.  But being a unicorn would add another awkward wrinkle to that equation, don't you think?

Well, for instance, there'd always be the wonder in the back of the unicorn's mind if people were just trying to get close to the horn.  I'd imagine unicorn horns would fetch a pretty penny.  I'd also imagine that it'd hurt to get the horn off the unicorn, and also that the horn wouldn't grow back, so once it's gone, it's gone.

Another concern would be that people who say they're the unicorn's friends would make the unicorn cry all the time, just to have all those unicorn tears to use to cure things.  That isn't sucha bad thing, but seems like there'd be better ways of getting a cure-all than making a friend cry.

But now that I've thought about the dark side of bein' a unicorn, I understand why they're so reclusive that people think they don't exist.  I'd be really nice to my unicorn friend, if I had one, but not everybody's like that.  I guess it's best for the unicorns' safety that they just let people think they're only fantasy creatures.  People just aren't ready for that kind of amazement.

So, see?  I'd rather just go ahead and be me. That way, I can be mostly sure that my friends are friends with me because they wanna be my friend, and not because they're tryin' to get my magical unicorn horn or my magical unicorn tears.  How about that?!

Adventures at MoonDollars!

It's three letters: Z-O-E. I'm FOUR and I can spell it!

Well, there ya are, Friends!  Happy Friday to you!  I'm glad to see ya, but I hafta admit that my feathers are a little ruffled. 

You see, I've been visitin' the MoonDollars right around the corner lately, and I've noticed something of a phenomenon there.  Maybe you Big People can relate to this, somehow.

When ya order at MoonDollars, they ask you for your name and write your name on a cup, so when your order's up, the barista and you know that's your hot beverage of choice.  Because even Little Kids are very particular about how their individual Bambinoccinos are prepared.  I wanna end up with the Bambinoccino I ordered to perfection, sweetened and lightened and presented at the exact temperature I like it to be in, which is warm enough to get me out the door and still have a warm beverage when I get to where I'm going! 

I'm not really that difficult to please.  No.  Pretty much, I just step up to the counter, smile, say "Hiya! My name's Zoe, and I'd like a Mediamo Bambinoccino, no foam, please."  And I paid and put my tip in the tip cup.  In case it doesn't quite sound like it, that's about as basic a Bambinoccino order as you're gonna hafta wanna find into the dang ol' MoonDollars.  So that's why I'm just perplexed by the things that have been going on, every time I've been into MoonDollars lately.

It started on the very first day of my MoonDollars patronage.  I ordered my drink, and when it came across the counter, I noticed it said "Zoey," which is understandable enough.  But I brought it to my barista's attention, just in case there was a "Zoey" near me in line, on accounta there seem to be a lotta people walkin' around with some permutation of "Zoe" for names.  That was my Bambinoccino, as it turned out, so I just put it in my back pocket as information to use next time.

Welp, next time, I stepped up to the counter, smiled, said, "Hiya! My name's Zoe!  Z-O-E!  I'd like a Mediamo Bambinoccino, please!" and I paid and put my tip in the tip cup.  I was the only kid in the MoonDollars just then.

My cup came out with my name spelled "Z-o-o-e-y," like the Deschanel. 

I wasn't sure whether or not to bring this to the barista's attention, so I decided to let it go.  There was no way that Bambinoccino was anybody else's.

The very next day, I went to the same exact barista.  That day, I got a cup addressed to "Chloe."

Things have gotten progressively weirder.  Since the day I got "Chloe's" cup, I've visited that very same barista, and have drank my Bambinoccino in cups for: Yolanda, Mitsi, Face, You Again?, and Seriously?!  I think something's going on.

Anyways, I'm all about living and letting live, and I love good-natured ribbing, but I feel a little bit like I'm being bullied.  I coulda left a snotty review on Squawk! and I coulda asked to see the MoonDollars manager, but I decided I'd take a different road.  I still smiled, ordered, spelled my name for them, and left a tip, but this time, I also left a note that said,

Hiya, Barista!
Hey, since I don't care to take my Bambinoccino with a super-sized order of passive-aggression, no matter how complimentary, I won't be visiting this MoonDollars anymore.  Never fear. I will not be going without delicious, superior-quality Bambinoccinos. I'll just be buying them from Donut Dude's. They're friendlier there, the Bambinoccinos are more flavorful, and they always know my name.
Anyway, have a nice life! I will not see you again!
Zoe/Zoey/Zooey/Chloe/Yolanda/Mitsi/Face/You Again/Former MoonDollars Customer

It probably doesn't make one bit of difference, but I feel like I've stood up for myself in a fitting manner.  I can move on in peace.  Friends, I just think it's mean, when you know someone's name, and they take the time to spell it for you, to just write the wrong name anyways.  It made me mad, but it also really hurt my feelings.  And it makes me mad that it hurt my feelings, but it is what it is, isn't it?

Anyways, you don't hurt my feelings.  You know my name, and you don't call me the wrong name.  I love ya lots for that!  I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah! 

Crashin' My Fashion

Rozzie thinks my pants are a little too wild!

Happy Thursday, Big People!

Well, ya know, I have a style all my own, and while it's for me, it isn't for everybody.  That's okay.  The way I dress makes me happy.  It doesn't hafta make anybody but me happy.

Sometimes, though, the people who are closest to me in the whole world don't like my fashion choices as much as I like them. 

Rozzie, for instance.  She's my best pal in the whole world, but sometimes, Rozzie doesn't like the way I dress.  She doesn't care for my crazy pants that I'm wearin' today.  She says they're too wild, and that they must be exceptionally wild, since she can't even see colors, with her bein' a dog and all.

This difference of opinion COULD really crash my fashion if I let it, Friends.  But thing of it is, I realize that opinions aren't the same as facts, and when somebody criticizes the things I wear, it says more about them than it does about me.  I mean, my clothes fit, they're appropriate, and they're comfortable for me.  I wear my clothes, my clothes don't wear me.  So I think that commentators who hate on my outfits are just feelin' bad that they couldn't pull off the same look I'm pullin' off with breathtaking panache.  Even my pal Rozzie.

On the other hand, Rozzie is good about lettin' me know when my hiney-butt is hangin' out of something that oughtta be coverin' it up.  When that happens, it has to go into the Outgrown Bin.

I guess what I'm sayin' is that if someone crashes your fashion, take it with a grain of salt, then proceed accordingly.

I love ya lots!  I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Beautiful Day!

Sunny Days just fill my heart up with Happy!

Hiya, Friends!  Happy Wednesday to you!

Boyo boy.  Wasn't yesterday a beautiful day?  It was so warm and sunny outside! It was such a strikingly beautiful day yesterday that I just wanna take a minute and appreciate it!

You know, I was looking back through my journal, and noticed that usually right around this time of year, we get super-cold weather with ice storms, and we're all runnin' around sick.  I don't wanna hafta jinx us, but this year, it hasn't been like that at all!

When it's so nice and sunny and beautiful outside, I can just feel my batteries chargin' right the heck up!  I have more energy, enthusiasm, and effervescence!  I don't hafta make the best of the weather or the day, because it's already the best.  How the heck right about that?!

Days as sunny as yesterday just fill my heart up with happiness.  Wouldn't you agree, Friends?

Hey.  I love ya lots!  I'll see ya tomorrow!  Muah!

The Weather Woodchuck and Groundhog Day

The Weather Woodchuck just wantsta snooze!

Hiya, Friends!  Well, ya know, in the rest of the state of Pennsylvania, maybe the nation, maybe the whole WORLD, it's Groundhog Day, and all eyes are on Punxsutawney Phil and his shadow.

If you don't know what Groundhog Day is all about, you should see the documentary of the same name.

Punxsutawney and everybody else can have Phil.  Here in the Bing, we have the Weather Woodchuck who tells us how much longer Winter's gonna hang around.  I'm not gonna tell ya much about the Weather Woodchuck in particular, because he likes to be the Bing's best-kept secret.

But I will tell ya that the Weather Woodchuck, who gets to hibernate in Winter, has predicted six more weeks of Winter just like we've had so far here in the Bing.

You wanna know why?  Of course you do!

The Weather Woodchuck just wants to snooze a little longer, Friends.  I think we can all appreciate that.  And, the Weather Woodchuck wanted me to tell ya that much of Winter has been a lot like Early Spring, anyways, so we shouldn't be mad about six more weeks of the same.  Weather Woodchuck just wants us to leave him alone and let him sleep for a few more weeks.  

So be a pal.  Don't resent the Weather Woodchuck for just wanting to snooze a little longer!  Enjoy the winterness of the "winter" we're having!  It'll be over before we know it!

I love ya lots!  See ya tomorrow!  Muah!

Start Fresh February!

Let's Start Fresh in February, Big People!

Hiya, Big People!  Happy Monday!

Well, ya know, January's over now, and I don't know about you, but my January just whizzed by, and also, it kinda felt more like an Extended December insteadda the big, bad start new to the New Year. 

I guess what I'm thinking is that since today's Monday and all, and it's also the First of February, maybe we oughtta call this Start Fresh in February.  You know.  Use it to pick up our exercise programs we sorta forgot all about in January.  Use it to maybe eat more fruit and less candy. 

I'm gonna call this Start Fresh February, Friends.  You can join me, if you wanna.  You don't hafta.  I'm not gonna wanna hafta preach at you.  It's your February.  I'm just lettin' ya know what I'll be up to, when I'm not talkin' to you on the weblog.

It's gonna be fun in February, though, Friends.  That I know.  I love ya lots!  I'll be seein' ya tomorrow!  Muah!